Sound The Alarm - Black Milk, Guilty Simpson

Sound The Alarm - Black Milk, Guilty Simpson

Альбом
Popular Demand
Год
2007
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
163670

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Sound The Alarm

Black Milk, Guilty Simpson

[Intro: Guilty Simpson &

Black Milk

Whoa

New shit

(Yo) Yeah

Go

This the one that gone get live on the club man

Matter of fact, DJ turn it louder

Uh, uh

Turn it louder

From the floor to the ceiling

Detroit in the muthafuckin building

Destroy everything, yo, we kill it

D-Boy on them big boy wheels yep

Too cold to grab

Even more like a photo lab, I’ma shoot something

Niggas fold when the gun go blast

Half ass rappers we just fold in half

Throw in trash

Might go pop like the go-go dancing

And go pose for the photo lens

And I still got more but

If you wanna go flow for flow, or the toe to toe we can go but

New year so I’m stoppin' lames

Can’t give them fame so I’m not droppin' names

Labels played the fools like they played to lose

I just played you dudes, checkmate your move

I’m a just give them two plus two bars

Niggas like ease off em Black, please just cool off

Real music I crush gimmicks

Give it up, naw, more like Willie Hunts with it

Hands to the sky, get them high

Call up for help, this shit is fire

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Hands to the sky, get them high

Call up for help, this shit is fire

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Yeah,

Too live for TV

(Get em' Guilt) Too real for radio

They hate the joint but they’ll play it though

(Why?) The fans demand the man and I’m him

Chipped up watch and fresh Timbs

Throw em up high, gun for the spy

Tryin 'to catch wind like the spread wings on a fly

Nigga I, solemnly swear to rep thorough men

Got em' hooked like black tar heroin

Barrels in your mouth, we own the house

Here to take my cut since your holdin' out

I’m a brand new face wit a old school weapon

Hammer mothafucka', yeah 3−5-7

I gotta feed my brethren

No excuses so withholding doe is useless

Be warned if you pay me light

You betta' have something of value to make it right

Hands to the sky, get them high

Call up for help, this shit is fire

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Hands to the sky, get them high

Call up for help, this shit is fire

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm

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